Reincarnate

Withdrawls

Chris's POV

I define myself as who I am, by displaying what I am within my own self... meaning my message and ink being on my body. If someone doesn't appreciate me for that and what I stand for then they can go to fuck.. excuse my mouth but that's how i feel. it's who i am and what I stand for...I just question today's sick materialized over processed society and the people within it's controlled bubble of perfection and constantly wonder "where did we go wrong?"

I don't drink or do drugs and that's fine, because that's who i am and i'm comfortable with being this way. it just sicken's my core that peer pressure is still a thing today. you'd think they would get the point and leave them all alone to be as they want to be as individuals but no, it's all about "follow me if you want to be cool and popular." kind of thing.

I lid there, in my bunk on the bus looking up, i sighed and turned on my side. i couldn't sleep. I was kept awake by the gnawing issues that hovered me as i worked day in and out.

it was peeling my nerves and all their endings apart within every cell of my skull. it was like I was dying yet I was still alive.

"what the actual hell?" I hiss out loud, fixing the blankets so i would stay warm.

"what's up?" I heard ghost question

"i'm sorry to wake you with my own issues." I mutter

I caught him off by surprise, he bent down from his bunk upside down and looked at me. I was still turned away from him.

"what's that for?" he asks me

"it's society what else is new?" I ask him with all the rage in my tone.

"does someone need a cuddle?" He asks with a Girly sound

I try hard not to laugh and smile at his mocking sounds, "fine. cuddle."

"whats the magic word?" he asks me

"the fuck?" i say to him still turned around

"no, Chris...fucking is not an option tonight..i have no condoms and i do not want a baby...you know how i feel about this."

i turn throwing one of my pillows at him, chuckling. "please. the magic word is please."

he climbs down from his bunk and cuddles me, "that's my boy. learning new manners everyday. you make me such a proud mother."

I laughed at him "you're a nut case.."

"why thank you, I was beginning to think nobody was noticing."

I smile and roll my eyes playfully at him.

I could hear the rumbles of thunder and clashes of lighting not far off, I just wanted it to stop so I could sleep.

Suddenly we're all awoken by Ricky's horrid screams "Spider on my face! get it off, get it off, damn piece of shit." he falls on the floor trying to kill the spider.

"oh god...you weren't having sexy man times were you?" he asks looking at Ryan and I being cuddled into one another. "why wasn't I invited? you know it's not fun until it's a threesome!"

He climbs in the bed with Ghost and I. "What's up anyway?" He asks concerned.

"It's just these fans are getting under my skin lately..." I mutter

They look at me like I have ten heads.

"Life is hard. Grow up and get back up and shrug off the things that tried to take you down too many times before. Be your own boss and never give in to the cowards below your standards." Ricky encourages me

I sigh pondering what he means, "I just wish that when I meet someone at a meet and greet that they're not always like "oh you saved me." When they were still living before they came across our music... I look at the two of them. "I'm just not okay..." I sigh and lie my head back down on the pillows. What have I gotten myself into?